I’m running.
Faster and faster until I can feel my heart,
until I can feel my breath explode,
and even then it’s just the start.
But then I hit the end of the road.

I’m falling.
Farther and farther until I crash into the water.
It’s like it has hands that grab onto me,
pulling me under, and then it gets hotter.
Like there’s a fire consuming the sea.

I’m burning.
More and more until I am nothing but a ghost.
I can no longer breath or speak.
I just drift through the water, engrossed.
Nothing matters now, I’m too weak.

I’m floating.
Higher and higher above the ocean.
Tumbling in the cool, easy breeze.
My body just follows the winds motion,
Until I hit the clouds and it turns cold and full of trees.


I’m shivering.
Harder and harder as I realize I’m naked in the snow.
It hits my body and burns with a sting.
I try and find my way with only the moon’s glow,
Then suddenly everything turns to spring.

I’m running and running, and from what?
I don’t know.